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02 June 2010 @ 09:46 pm
I'm showing my face again, again.  
This sounds really strange, but hear me out.
I've mentioned in much previous entries that I had begun this journal in hopes that I could share my ideas, or vent a whole lot, without the harsh judgements of those I have grown distant from (primarily old high school pals). They stumbled across this journal since the last time I posted, raised hell amongst each other, and sent strange and cruel messages to me via phone and Facebook.
I am re-beginning this journal in hopes that they've given up on this link. And, you know... I am 21. I am out of high school. I really shouldn't care either way, right? Perhaps this is a part of growing up.

But in case those people stumble across this entry, I would love to say to those individuals:

1. I'm not sorry that I didn't fall in love with you because I'm not homosexual. And by saying that, I'm not a homophobe, but simply heterosexual. So you can continue to grumble and be bitter towards my two year relationship with Zack.

2. You never said you were sorry, but I really don't care. I hope Texas gives you lots of opportunity in cartoon-work, though I highly doubt anyone will hire someone who has a minimal portfolio and wouldn't even pass a drug screening. That power switch-tattoo on the back of your neck?-- Perhaps a reset button would have been more appropriate.

3. You're frustrated that I wouldn't jump through leaps and bounds to keep our friendship entertaining. No, I will not sleep over another man's house/barn with no running water with a floor made up of vodka and whiskey bottles.

That's all, 3 folk.

In other news, I'm applying to colleges within the east coast for a Criminal Justice (moreso Criminology) degree, then possibly a transfer into the government. I'll hear in a few weeks if I was accepted to one in particular, but, if not, I'll keep chugging along :)

'Glad to be back. Good day!